I stretch my fingers, But mind says 'No'; Voice of my loved ones, Trails me as an echo. Persuading my heart, To sway away from phone; Keep it down, You live in a different time zone. Different time zone, I fumble in my thoughts. Morning, noon and night; I am out of sorts. It's perfect here, Too perfect for me, Like dead flowers adorned as a potpourri. Drowning in the timeline, Submerging in seven vast oceans. No distance in the world, Can cause this massive erosion. A part of me, my soul, Never left my house courtyard. If ever you want to collect me, my pieces, You know where to start.
Nice.. I hope the apartment has a bedroom. That's where the relationship can lie down to heal n nurture :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice perspective.
DeleteThankfully the anger is parked down in the garage. This would at least give them time for love and happiness at home :).
ReplyDeleteVery true. At least one thing is sorted.
DeleteVery beautiful
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteSuch a thoughtful post! :) Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteBeautifully weaved :)
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteGood not to take the anger inside the room.
ReplyDeleteHahaha!
DeleteNice way to get rid of anger :-)
ReplyDeleteI agree!
DeleteAww! Such a wonderful lines :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Anjali!
Deleteगज़ब लिखते हैं सारू जी ! कैसे और कहाँ से आते हैं ऐसे शब्द ?
ReplyDeleteShukriya! :)
DeleteBeautiful thought. If anger is parked down in garage, love can sneak in anytime. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful thought, Dipanwita!
Deletenice and powerful story
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteThere is hope.....anger is out in the garage, thoughtful hearts will eventually heal...Beautifully expressed Saru...
ReplyDeleteThanks Sunaina.
DeleteLoved this. There are not many people who can park their anger in the garage.
ReplyDeleteTrue that and welcome back, Sabya.
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